There was just a few things that Bimbo Farewell needed before his first lecture on The History of Lesbian Clownology. Although he had his laptop with him, he still needed his clown keyboard before the ClownBook™ could be used properly. This wasn't some shady business practice by Big Clown either, there were genuinely useful features like HonkScrolling™ and RabbitOS™ that would be necessary for his notes to make sense. Bimbo stared blankly, panicking that he had forgotten such an important thing on his first day of clown college! It wasn't underneath his Bobby McFerrin poster, or the collection of used red noses that student services had provided as financial assistance. With sudden realisation, he stopped and reached into his front pocket. Miles, kilometres, and many acres of colourful cloth erupted out of his shirt, until after what felt like an eternity, the clown keyboard fell and crashed loudly onto the floor. Luckily it was not broken, for he was gay. Finally ready, Bimbo hurried down the hallway into class.
A colourfully dressed lady was in the front of the room, singing something to herself as she scribbled upon the GayBoard™. Most of Bimbo's classmates were dressed to impress. The red-wigged girl near the centre of the room truly looked like she had her clown self together, her tie perfectly unknotted, and her shoe sizes a perfect golden ratio. A man in the corner barely seemed to notice the honkiness of his own massive honkers, honking honkily to his seat. In comparison, it made Bimbo feel like he had just rolled out of his Clown Car bed with barely a shoelace tied. "Alright class, we'll be starting shortly" sang the voice of the colourfully dressed professor. Bimbo tripped and fell down all 47 steps of the lecture hall. "Now this one is eager!" the professor smiled. "He's already begun CLOWNING AROUND!!!". The entire room erupted in honking. On the floor, Bimbo remembered that he hadn't brought any batteries for his clown keyboard.
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